lyn Chavez is relieved of

through the silence of the Oval Office antechamber. I stood p

President Wesley Scott' s wife

the television. Sabrina Hughes, his mistress, was on h

murmur meant for me to overhear. "With her family's histo

ng the lapel of his suit. "You're so de

ing state secrets. My father, the legend, disgraced. My brother, imprisoned. And me, forced into this marriage by a prenuptial agreement my father

the only reason

more suffocating than any noise. I walked past the Lincoln Bedroom, the

telling Sabrina. "Framing the Chavez family was a masters

glass. "And now you just have to el

"There will be an accident. A tragic, unavoidable accident. And then, Jo

y mouth to stifle a gasp. The world, which had been a gray, miserab

menting me. He was